THE NIGHT BEFORE THE SUICIDE A Gothic Horror Story by Robert Davidson I have killed myself and today I attend my own funeral - But last night I went down to the morgue and there identified your body Electric light gives a certain grace to the dead! those awful slabs - unknown corpses laid out side by side rigid forms cold on marble slabs Water distends a corpse unpleasantly ...
MENU Sautéed cerebellum Julianne, Served with a small bowl of diced dreams And a mixed emotions salad Topped with Cream Of Hope dressing. Off to the left, A side order of shish-a-bob of chopped remembrances, flambé. The wine? Absinthe of Lethe, please. And hold the slice of cold reality… Pendragon
i am in the kitchen studying o-chem making muffins. my despondency leaks into the batter out of the D-glucose onto the blender and under my tongue; i taste the swirls of pain the absence of her laugh, her smile, the absence of her angel eyes and am startled when handel breaks in upon my silence with "hallelujah!" and various other choral ...
message to an artist No one understands. The ability to create something, The ability to create beauty, Out of nothing- Out of nothing but the suppressed emotions You keep within, You long to release, Are what your masterpieces are made of. No one understands. The passion for beauty, The seeking of the truth, The desire to transcend your limitations, The need to express your confined emotions, ...
MASTERPIECE In you resides my entire being. I hold nothing back from you. You have seen me drown in my sorrow You have seen me scream for freedom You have heard my cry for justice. You watched me evolve From the human I was To the monster I am today. I created you Out of the tears Crawling down my cheeks Out of the blood Flowing out of my icy heart Out of the wounds ...
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